The annual physical. They take blood, make me pee into a cup, weigh me and measure me (they say I've shrunk 3/4 of an inch, I call bullshit).
I spend some time with the Doc, a great deal of time, really, and he pokes and prods (thank God he has small hands) and refers me for The Test That All Men Fear.
Then they want an EKG and I'm shuttled to a small room where I lie on a cot and get attached to the Machine. Then it happens.
The nurse/tech pulls the curtain shot and suddenly I'm in a tomb and I freak!
I can feel my heart rate shoot up and my breath get short, I start sweating and, for what I believe is the first time in my life, I'm experiencing a panic attack.
The nurse opened the curtain quickly and I quickly got normal.
But, damn, what an experience. Guess I am claustrophobic after all. So much for that MRI on my rotator cuff.